Halldor Laxness Quotes

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

When the seasons shift, even the subtle beginning, the scent of a promised change, I feel something stir inside me. Hopefulness? Gratitude? Openness? Whatever it is, it's welcome.

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.

Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.

I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'

My emotions are strong when I start the season.

In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

Spring is very energising to me.

People ask me if I live each day like it's my last, and I don't. I live each day like it's my first, and I can't wait for the next one.

The suffering of the Bahamian people is nearly ended. A new day is coming. It is almost here.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Every day you must arise and say to your heart, I have suffered enough and now I must live because the light of the sun must not be wasted, it must not be lost without an eye to appreciate it.

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

I just feel exciting.